boom chicka wah wah

so it’s tuesday and there’s quite a bit going on. friday night was a trip to clearwater with k to meet some friends of his for beach blanket bingo – which turned into late night swimming in the gulf which was pretty sweet. except for some jackholes (also dubbed “jackyls”) making noise leaving their light on, it was pretty fun.

saturday night was lindsey’s party, a few drinks at fridays, and a few games of bowling – a 177 followed by a sad 130-something (i was thrown off by all the friggin quiche i probably shouldn’t have eaten). whatever.

sunday was a lazy ass day. too bad i still spent 200 dollars and then another 100 the next day at ross. at least my wardrobe is getting better.

i got two mx chicks in the mix, which is nice, since for a while, it was all downhill. although it looks like n ain’t gonna pan out, i’m strangely excited for this. i know i was going for organic, but f it. who has the time?

Hello….lo….lo…lo…

It’s been awhile since I’ve put any real substance into this thing, and I have a few minutes, so in the interest of entertaining myself, here an update.

I’ve been actually going on a fair amount of interviews lately. I’ve got two companies, two very different jobs, that seem promising, and I’m letting circumstance determine which, if either, I go to. I have my “third interview” with one company today, and if I get an offer, which I’m really hoping for, I can put the other company on the countdown for an offer.

In other news, I could possibly be living with JeN, former ftweblog contributor, current general freak. We found a place and put down a deposit, hinging mainly on me getting a job today. However, it seems Keith would’ve been down with getting a place too. Which is odd, since, I had gotten the impression otherwise. I’m in a bit of a pickle. I like Jen a lot, but I’m kinda attracted to her, and it’s probably a bad idea to live with her.

In other news, I started teaching myself Perl, but writing Perl on Windows is lame. Since I switched back to Windows, I have this box set up just right, I’m afraid to go to Linux again. What I may do is install MDK on my large partition parallel to my other, small, slow, dying MDK install.

More later, after the interview. Wish me luck.

So, how are things?

Jobless, you have a lot of time to waste. You can sleep late. Get some sun by the pool. You can learn to dance like Michael Flatley, snap like Bobby Badfingers, or juggle. You can watch Sportcenter three times a day or catch old school sitcoms like Two Guys and a Girl three times a day. Either way, after a few weeks, you begin to realize there’s very little structure to your day and that every day is pretty much the same. Then weekends kinda lose their meaning, and your day gets less and less exciting. Overall, I want a job. I’ve had a few leads. I’m pretty happy in FL, but I admit, I’m starting to wonder if I did this the wrong way – perhaps I should’ve done this part….FIRST.

Names for My Dog

So I’m getting a dog this summer. He will be a miniature schnauzer, and he needs a name.

So here is the tenative list, please jump in if you want to vote or have any suggestions.

 


Milhouse
Good: A Simpsons reference.
Bad: A Nixon reference.
Good: Funny.
Bad: Not very funny.

 

McFly
How many people name their dog after a character or worth? Sydney Carton? Charles Darnay? Bingley? Why not a modern day story *I* admire?

 

Cactus
Obligatory but subtle Phish reference, Cactus kinda rings of toughness. It also brings memories of “Cactus Jack” to light. While it’s new to the list, I kinda dig it.

 

Butters
A fans-only tribute to South Park, there’s something funny about the name Butters that makes me chuckle.

 

Mortimer (nickname: Morty)
A non dog name is better than a dog name, for sure.

 

Ned
Because I’ve never heard of a dog named Ned.

 

Mr. Sabotelli
My 6th grade teacher, and a complete douche bag. Arguably knew considerably less than Corky from Life Goes On.

 

Moishe
Because naming a dog something in Yiddish is friggin hilarious.

 

Chen Kenichi (nickname: Chen-san)
The legendary, and quite animated, Iron Chef Chinese, pioneer of Sezchaun dishes, he skillfully fuses Asian blends with classic Chinese style to create a bold and innovative array of Asian cuisine nouveau.

 

Doctor Yukio Hatori (nickname: Hatori-san)
In the same vein as the above, the colorful and extremely knowledgable Iron Chef straight-man commentator, Hatori-san runs a Japanese culinary college and is second to none as a sophisticated Japanese palate.


Skippy
Good ol standby.

Computers Run the World

If everything is really computerized, and the whole world is going to be connected to the internet, why aren’t there more computer jobs? I think of myself as having a pretty wide skillset, but in perousing jobs, I’m surprised that there are so few positions advertised and so few bites when you dangle the worm.

I imagine that if the world is going to be like how they picture it during commercials and movies, we’re going to have to get moving. That means someone is going to have to offer me a job making good money soon. Preferably in the Orlando area.

So, employers and managers in the Orlando region, get to work. Find me a new job, please.

Insomnia. Hence, Observation.

I can’t sleep.

It’s 2:53 in the morning, so it’s not obscene, and I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so it’s not tragic or, really, that big of a deal. I wrote some code today that I expect to use on the new phatphiles.org site, but I’m getting close to the end of my “coding spree.” Usually, I get real into it for a few weeks and then don’t write anything for weeks. Lather, rinse, repeat.

In other news, I haven’t really done shit this weekend. Friday night I played poker, then got a flat tire at 2:45 AM and had to keep my buddy Doug up until about 4:15 until the guy could come with the right bolt to get the tire off. Saturday, I went to the movies with Jess and Christy, but not much else. Today was a complete waste, although I’m getting my stuff in order for Operation: Orlando. It’s way too early to do anything about it, but I am almost compelled to – I mean, why wait?

In other news, this weblog is providing more entertainment for me than in iterations past. Putting a link on the front of firsttube.com has made me think twice about some of the inane shit I’ve posted in the past. Most of my rants are raves would be better suited for my kuro5hin.org diary, but here is home, so here most of it shall stay.

In other news, I can’t commit to a book. I’ve been trying to get back into reading, but I keep starting books and then ditching them because I just lose interest.

In other news, have you noticed how many people spell lose “loose?” It’s f*cking ridiculous. So many bad spellers everywhere you turn. And all this “myself” this, “myself” that. Learn to use English, people! Myself is reserved for reflexive verbs only. Sheesh.

In other news, I want to use the word “nonplussed” more frequently, when appropriate. It’s a nice word.

In other news, I never meet people named Dustin.

In other news, my beard is bad luck. Tomorrow it will become a goatee again, unless I f up the shaving, which is almost likely, in which case, I’ll shave it all off. Since my beard, I’ve had two flat tires, a nasty flu, a kidney infection that has caused numerous bloood tests and the cancellation of my LASIK surgery, my job blows, and I haven’t done a damn thing socially worth jack. Tomorrow, it goes.

In other news, turns out Dame Edna is pretty damned funny.

In other news, I wonder how many people out there are Ayn Rand fans. I brought my We The Living book to the ER last week and a nurse, whom I shamefully admit I completely prejudged, reported that she was a big Ayn Rand fan. We discussed Objectivism as superficially as two can, and she recommend some books on Eastern philosophies and spirituality, citing a book called “The Seven Spiritual Laws” or something like that. She explained that, like I, she was not a religious person, but that her spiritual existence was not deemed dead just yet. At this point, I predictably began to find her attractive. Of course, it’s hard to get your game on when the next move is to hand someone a cup of your pee as she jabs you with a needle and extracts about a pint of blood from you. I’m almost excited to get my blood tested again just to see the nurse.

In other news, NASA has discussed the possiblity of sending men to Mars by 2010. President Bush may even announce this news in his State of the Union address. It would cost billions, but I think it’s worth it. Sure, there isn’t amazing face value to it, but think about the Golden Age of space travel, when astronauts were the coolest thing in the world. There was excitement, and men worldwide shared in the accomplishments of other men instead of arguing over oil. The accomplishment is something the human race needs. In my humble opinion.

In other news….wait, no….that’s all.

Peas Porridge Hot.

What the hell is porridge? And who is eating it?

According to dictionary.com:
porridge: por·ridge Pronunciation Key (porij) n. A soft food made by boiling oatmeal or another meal in water or milk.

Where do I start? What other “meals” are there? Corn meal? How many meals might make for a sensible porridge? Secondly, who is mixing meal with water? If I take the liberal definition, all Oatmeal as we know it is porridge. If I take a stricter route, someone is apparently looking at a grainy substance and saying “This ‘meal’ would be mighty tasty boiled in water or milk.”

Furthermore, I think we’re all familiar with the oft repeated nursery rhyme that ends “Peas porridge in the pot, nine days old.” Oh my! Are peas a “meal?” If so, does mixing peas with water or milk make a pea porridge? My peas are always cooked in water, but I’ve never considered it a porridge. Also, who would save any porridge for nine days? I can’t imagine a 9 day old oatmeal, am I off track in assuming other “meals” would be equally unappetizing after 9 days in a nasty pot, doubtlessly unrefrigerated?

Next week, we shall discuss the nutrional value of curds and whey.

Verdana – Best Font of 2002

Tahoma, your days are numbered. Arial, you’re old school.

The “Verdana” font has been impressing me lately. I’m pleased with its smoothness and I’m almost prepared to transition this entire site to it. I’m especially amused just looking at lowercase “m” or an “a.” These letters are examples how of a font can further lend credibility to your writing without adding the starched shirt, business-only seriousness that comes with some websites. So here’s one vote for Verdana, “Best Font of 2002.”

The Computer

Once, when I was like 15, my buddy Benny and I made flyers for a ficticious play called “The Computer” to be put on at a local high school. We snuck out at about 2 AM and put them in people’s mailboxes. We thought it was the funniest thing we’d ever heard of. I’m willing to bet, in retrospect, that no one was fooled, but who knew at the time? It was friggin hilarious.